When it was nice out, it wasn’t uncommon to have two dozen girls over to serve as aides in Bobby’s therapy.Bobby assumed his ?therapy position,? g...abbing hold off the metal railing on the side of the porch and spreading his legs. Eve pulled down Bobby’s thin sweatpants to reveal Bobby’s shame. Trapped behind his legs, in a homemade humbler Bobby had gotten for Christmas two years past, were two bulbous, dark-purple testicles. Eve released the humbler, causing Bobby to gasp in pain as blood. She liked him wearing a suspender belt. He told her that as hewalked the straps moved against his thighs so he was always aware of them.Not that they restrained him, but somehow their resemblance to bondagestraps was erotic. Before he had pulled the briefs over them she wasthinking how they echoed the bars of a prison cell, or those bars inside ashop window to protect valuable goods. The belt formed an arch joining thetops of the front straps. The image was that of the dark frame of agateway. A. I waited .... A minute or two passed. "Ron, you OK?" Yes, but .... I .... " You've thought about doing 'it' for a long time, right?" Yes, but ...." You've fantasized about this moment, and becoming a 'gay cocksucker' for years! Right?" Yes, but ...." Then now is the time. Just by thinking about it, and wanting it, makes you a 'cocksucker.' All that's left is to follow through and do it! ... Touch my cock, Ron. Point it at your mouth. Think about 'it' being in your mouth, and ... when. While I moved and stacked boxes and crates, I sent a loving thought to my parents, who had taken our kids for a three week holiday to Sweden, Norway and Finland. Two of the boxes I handled gave me an inspiration, which I told Helen when we sat down for a cup of coffee in the afternoon."You know, I found a couple of boxes up there, which might prove interesting." What's that, dear?" It's all my old ice-hockey equipment that we have saved in the hope that Peter (that's our son) would show.